Chen Ping rested in the shrine for three more days.
In three days, his body recovered quickly.
The power brought by the Heart of the Northern Ming Abyss was still slowly fusing in the body, the cultivation of the seventh rank peak of the Immortal Realm was completely stabilized, and the power of chaos was much more solid than before.
He even took the time to test his limits, and with a single sword, it was enough to cut off half of the mountain on the thousand-foot ice peak outside the Divine Palace.
Jiang Xuelan stood next to the ruins of the ice peak, looking at the smooth mirror-like face, and was silent for a long time.
“If you go all out now, no one below the fifth rank of the True Immortal Realm should be your opponent.” She gave a pertinent evaluation.
Chen Ping sheathed his sword without much excitement.
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